obviously out of her mind. Entertaining thoughts of the arrogant male that thought he was too good for her would only bring problems. She remembered the way he reacted to her scars. Any man that couldnât see past the physical wasnât worth her time. She wasnât going to let him taunt her while she was awake, and she damn sure wasnât going to allow him into her dreams.
Chapter 5
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Two days later, and she still hadnât gotten the man out of her dreams. Yesterday she had to go into town because sheâd forgotten to pick up some items to hold her over during the storm. Something she never did. She only went into town once a month. Victor was outside of the local law enforcement building, which, his brother Colin ran. The two of them had eyed her until she could feel both their stares sizing her up. Victor had worn a black Henley that was stretched beyond its limits. The fabric a second skin, dark jeans and boots. He wasnât even wearing a jacket. His strong arms were folded across his massive chest. She couldnât deny it, he was hot. Sheâd tried to be quick in the store, but Cassandra had stopped her. Right in front of the Sheriffâs office. In his line of site, where she could get an even closer look. Heâd grinned at her. And if she wasnât mistaken had even thrown her a flirty wink.
Each night he invaded her mind, heated her body to the point she actually had to relieve the pressure herself. Something that was far from a cure to the growing obsession that was Victor Canidae. She wasnât a stranger to handling her business, but it usually took once, maybe twice in one week to keep her going strong for a long while. But six times in two days? Fucking ridiculous. Thatâs what that was. Her bags packed for her trip to Anchorage, she took the dogs in to town to stay with Thorn.
Teak wasnât happy she was leaving and kept insisting that she needed his company. A male escort were his exact words. As if he could protect her. Cute kid . His mother had baked her some bread for her trip and because there were no planes that flew out of their small town, sheâd have to drive into Anchorage.
The entire town looked at her as if sheâd grown a second head when she left on her ATV to head out. No one knew she had a car stashed a few miles outside of town and out of the way of prying eyes. It was the price she paid for being on the run. She made her way to her Escalade that was registered under the name Bella Storm. The entire car was bullet proof and came with all kinds of military upgrades. Not even the President of the United Statesâ car had the protection she had. All courtesy of Mistress Red.
As she put her stuff in the car, she heard a distinct sound off to her left and quickly looked up to be caught in the green gaze of her nightly tormentor. How the hell did he get way out here? She looked around for a vehicle that could have followed her and found they were completely alone.
âWhat in Godâs name is your problem Victor?â
âThis isnât your car. This car is registered to a Bella Storm. My brother had this car checked the other day when we thought it was abandoned. Why would you be driving someone elseâs car?â
Nosy bastard.
Nerina let out a quick breath, fogging up the inside of her almost warm car.
âVictor, Bella is a friend of mine. She loaned me this vehicle. Itâs for my personal use while Iâm staying here. When she wants it back she will come for it.â
âMake sure she comes back during tourist season. We have enough going on now with you here.â
She was tired of getting the cold shoulder from everyone in town. Mostly she was really tired of Thornâs son and his meddling. He made it no secret he didnât like the fact that she was in their town, nor did he make it any easier for her to ignore him with his rugged good looks. Damn mountain man.
âI know you and the good town of
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